...until the poundcake that I made is done. Let's hope this turns out. I didn't have butter or sour cream, both called for in the recipe. I improvised. Crisco and raspberry yogurt will have to do.
This could be gross.
I can promise you I am going to find out as soon as the thing is cool enough not to burn my mouth. (I am hungry and usually a poor judge of temperature. Baked goods are worth the pain, I think.)
I am obviously too tired to come up with anything interesting to write about (do I ever?) :)
So, here are some recent pictures.
(Can you tell it is my "testing" week and I just finished an all out bike followed up with the painful setting of the alarm for 4:55am for a swim tomorrow?)
Mike after "crushing play" on his P90x workout DVD. Yes, the cheeseball instructor actually encourages you to "crush play" on the DVD. Don't just push it. You'd better effing crush it. :)
One of E's favorite things to do, besides wrestling Mike, is getting tossed on the bed. Over and over and over and over...
My little morning companion. She likes to get up before I do...so I sit her cute little butt in bed and give her some toys to entertain her while I close my eyes and wait for E to come in and demand to watch "Martha Speaks" again.
Thumbs up on the poundcake that I am "crushing" right now. Mmm...